Message-ID: <44702asstr$1065931803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: lordgodpantokrator@hotmail.com (Lord God Pantokrator) X-Original-Message-ID: <3ad8ac25.0310111812.334430e6@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 02:12:59 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 11 Oct 2003 19:12:59 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} The Asuran Chronicles: The Priestess of Kurus (m/f, m/ff, inc., exhib., voy., fantasy) Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 00:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw Hello and welcome. I am LORD GOD PANTOKRATOR, and this is my first attempt at an erotic story. It's an erotic fantasy yarn set in a world of my own devising, and if it's well-received, I'll probably write more. If you like it, tell me! Please direct comments to lordgodpantokrator@hotmail.com. Enjoy! The Asuran Chronicles: The Priestess of Kurus (m/f, m/ff, inc., exhib., voy., fantasy) by LORD GOD PANTOKRATOR My name is Taspion of Narimo. Since I was young, I have had a special power: I am touched by Asura, the goddess of love. She is not merely the goddess of love, or lust, but the spirit that brings about the connection of all things. A powerful, ancient goddess, her priesthood was destroyed centuries ago. I was one of the few that remained, an Asuran, a wandering priest of peace and passion. During my last journey, I found myself spending a summer in the northern lands of Ambrand. I knew little enough of the place, except that I had an old friend in the city of Horrig, and so I found myself a few days away in a stagecoach inn called the Fat Pines. It was a nice enough place, fairly popular with the rough travelers of the northern lands, though the cool stone walls did little to dispel the dry summer heat. As I sat along the large pine bar nursing my ale, a gorgeous blond warrior-woman sat down next to me. She was dressed for the warm weather, in a small white blouse and a red skirt. It was only the long, curved sword at her waist that betrayed her true calling. The breezy outfit exposed her long, lightly tanned legs and her slim waist. Her breasts jiggled slightly atop the blouse as she sat down and gave me a little wink. I smiled and asked her name. "Mitiana," she said, in the Ambrand accent I had become familiar with. "I am traveling to Senia, where the king is raising an army." "A mercenary, then?" She nodded and smiled, easy and predatory, and we spoke as she drank a tall mug of ale. The conversation was pleasant and relaxing. The woman had fought in many battles that she described in gory detail, and she had been on the road for way too long, I judged from the way she ground against her seat. I made the offer, and we were upstairs like a shot, kissing hungrily. She tasted like sweet wine, and she kissed me with the desperation of the long-denied. The room was small, with only a small bed, a rickety chair and desk, and a faded tapestry showing the triumph of King Tokrah slaying the Salt Dragon of Yrwyn. But it was enough for our needs. Still kissing Mitiana, I moved toward the bed. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my neck, then pushed me onto the bed. As I kicked off my boots, she loosed her blond hair, which fell across her shoulders in a shimmering wave. With a sly smile, she fell to her knees and unlaced my cotton pants, pulling out my erection. I was already hard as steel - two weeks traveling the forests, avoiding bandits, goblins and worse had left me in a terrible state. I groaned as she began stroking my cock, and pulled her toward me, kissing and running my hands through her hair. Her hands were rough and strong, though she handled me gently and skillfully until I was gasping against her lips. She pulled her hands away, making me gasp, and stepped back, her hips swaying lustily. She turned around and pulled off her clothes, dropping them in a red and white pile in the corner of the room. Her curved sword hit the ground with a clang. I studied her as I pulled off my pants. She was gorgeous, with a well-muscled back and a round, teardrop-shaped ass that jiggled just right. She turned around with another sexy sway of her hips, and I saw that her breasts were everything I could have hoped for, large and round, very pale. As she approached me, I pulled her down beside me, kissing her again as I lowered her onto the soft bed. "It's been too long," she whispered as I kissed her chin, then moved lower to nibble on her neck and kiss her breasts. "For me too," I said as I took a pink nipple into my mouth. The woman gasped, her hips bucking in the air. I ran one hand through her silky hair, enjoying the sounds she made, as the other hand slid lower across her tight abdomen to her silky pubic hair. I touched her pussy and found it drenched, then parted her lips with two fingers as I kissed her throat. "Oh, that's so good," the woman hissed, her fists clenching the cotton blanket. Her body was already soaked in sweat, as was mine. "This'll be better," I said, kissing Mitiana and sliding a finger into her twat, my thumb rubbing along her clit. She shuddered, her fingers running through my wet hair as I began to slide my finger in and out of her. She was already drenched when I entered her with my finger, and she grew wetter as I continued to pump, sliding a second finger into her dripping snatch as my thumb hummed over her clit. She started to gasp and shudder, but as the approached orgasm I eased off, pushing my finger along the front of the inside of her pussy. As she calmed, I started moving more vigorously, then eased off again as she started to shake and moan. "Dammit, stop teasing me and fuck me," she hissed, grabbing my hand and forcing my fingers deep into her. I swung above her, and started to run two fingers over her clit. She edged close to another orgasm, and I parted her legs. Kissing her again, I wrapped my hands into her hair and slid my cock into her. She cried out against my lips and pushed back against me, until my cock was buried completely. I started to thrust hard into her, my face buried in her hair, enjoying the feel of her wet, slippery body against mine. I grabbed her breasts as I rose up, continuing to fuck her. She came with a scream, her pussy growing so tight for a moment I struggled to maintain control, then relaxed. I slowed my pace, kissing her cheek as she breathed hard. "Mmm, you're good," she breathed. With a dancer's deliberateness, she carefully raised one leg past my face, then down, so she was on her side, her strong thighs squeezing my cock, my stomach resting against her round butt. "Keep fucking me." I did so, thrusting hard, moving up and down to get an angle that she liked. She groaned as I hit a good spot, and I started fucking harder as she snaked a hand down to her clit and started frigging. I watched her face, plastered with her straight blond hair. As I continued a nice steady thrust, her face was first relaxed with post-orgasmic bliss, then passionate and excited, then intense as another orgasm fast approached. She came again, biting her fingers as I watched her breasts and ass jiggle. Her leg uncoiled again, and I was again on top of her. "I don't know if I can take much more," Mitiana said. Her face glowed with sweat, which I tasted as I leaned forward and licked her neck. "Wrap your legs around me," I said. She did so, and I started to thrust, taking my own pleasure. She gasped and squealed, and I savored the feel of her tight pussy against my cock, and her slick breasts bouncing beneath me. The woman relaxed, enjoying the sex without any pressure to climax, as I fucked her. Soon, my orgasm approached. I kissed her again, thrusting slow and deep, then spasmed as I came deep inside her. Mitiana sighed as my seed gushed into her, wrapping her arms around me. My thrusts slowed, then stopped, as I kissed the beautiful blond all over her neck and lips. "Marvelous," she whispered. "Keep it inside of me. I can't remember the last time it was that good." * We made love again late at night, trying fun new positions, as I fucked her from one orgasm to the next. I woke up alone, which didn't surprise me - my bedroom skills didn't mean that the women stuck around. What did surprise me were the screams coming from downstairs. They weren't the usual cries of passion and celebration (it was too late for that anyway), but screams of fear. When I heard the crash of a falling table, I sprang to my feet, pulled on my pants, and yanked my sword from its scabbard. I pushed open my door, tying up my pants with one hand as I marched forward, my sword at the ready. Below, I heard another, even more hideous scream. I bounded down the stairs and shouted in fury as I saw what was transpiring below. Goblins had bashed their way into the inn. I could see a dozen of them with a quick glance, and I could hear shouts from many more. As I watched, one of the guards that protected the inn rushed forward and swung his sword hard at the nearest goblin. The creature was shorter than a man, but broad and strong, with long wiry arms and eyes that burned yellow in the dim light. The goblins were obviously trained warriors, but this one was too slow - the guard's sword bit deep into the creature's shoulder, nearly severing the arm. The goblin fell, spurting blood. Not willing to wait any longer, I bounded down the stairs and swung my sword down at the head of the nearest goblin. The beast wore no helmet, and my Sharadish cut-and-thrust sword bit deep into its skull. It fell like a stone. I stepped back, trying to see the larger picture in the vicious melee. Most of the patrons had scattered or been killed, though a knot of mercenaries were putting up a terrible fight near the bar, and several heavily-armed merchant guards were fighting their way toward the door. The innkeeper, I saw, was dead. His head had been dashed open, and he lay still amidst blood and brains. As I watched, a full-figured peasant girl made a break for the door. Two goblins grabbed her and tore off her simple clothing, then dragged her away screaming. Despite the knots of fighting, many goblins roamed about the middle of the large room, looking for plunder or to get in on the fights. Three of them noticed me, apparently all at once, and charged. Knowing that if all three reached me I could not hold them back, I readied myself to kill the first goblin before the other two could get in range. The beast cut with its long, curved sword, but I stepped back, simultaneously cutting with my own blade. His cut missed, mine did not, and the goblin fell with a bloody gash across its chest. But the other two were fast. The first swung its axe down toward my head. I parried, but that left my belly exposed, and I was forced to twist around before the last goblin could disembowel me. Then both of them were on me, slicing with their sharp weapons. I fell back, parrying their wild but deadly cuts, hoping that an opening would come before they backed me into the wall. Not seeing one, I took a chance as one fell slightly behind. I lunged forward, simultaneously parrying the goblin's wild sword-cut and running him through with a single motion. But before I could drag my sword from the goblin's lung, its companion bounded forward. I dodged the axe, though it was so close it cut away a lock of my hair. Stepping back, I saw another rapidly approaching. The fight so far had only lasted a few seconds, but I could see that the merchant guards had escaped, replaced only by more goblins. I started to edge toward the side door toward the stable. As I fell back, I heard a shout in some unfamiliar language behind me, followed by a single word in the Eastern tongue I knew, spoken in a high-pitched voice that nonetheless rang with power: "Behold!" As one of the goblins came forward, it suddenly stopped, its axe poised in mid-air. Its eyes glazed as if seeing things no being was fit to see. Stepping around the beast's axe, I cut it across the throat. It toppled backward, and the other goblin came forward as more noticed the struggle. I parried the remaining goblin's attacks, continuing my flight toward the stable. I felt a presence behind me and stepped to the side, but I saw a look of fear in the goblin's eyes and knew that whoever was behind me was not another one of the vile things. Before my foe could attack me again, someone rushed past with a high-pitched scream, swinging a sword down toward the goblin's throat. The blow would have cut the goblin from shoulder to sternum, but it parried, its knees buckling. As I maneuvered around my sudden ally, I spared a momentary glance. It was a girl, I saw - her figure was evident through the blue shift she wore. Her hair was unbound and dark brown, rather wavy, and her skin was tan and slick with sweat. She wielded one of the goblin's curved swords, and carried the weapon with rather less skill than I would have liked in an ally. The blood goblin recovered from the initial charge, then pushed hard, flinging the girl back against the stone wall. But the attack left him exposed and I lunged forward, aiming for his heart. I slipped on the blood of a fallen goblin, but the attack still landed, biting deep into the beast's leg. It screamed a curse in its crude language and stumbled toward the girl, who swung her sword in a wild arc that landed in the thing's neck. It fell to its knees, choking. The girl landed two more blows, screaming in furious triumph. "Pheraia!" a voice behind me shouted - the one I had heard earlier speaking the unfamiliar language. "We must leave!" At the sound of the ringing voice, the girl looked up from the bloody ruin of the goblin. Despite her wild eyes and the black gore that ran from her cheek and bare neck, I saw that she was very beautiful. Her wavy brown hair hung over smoky blue eyes that burned with a warrior spirit. Her face was beautiful, pleasantly round and sweet, and well-tanned. Her body was curvaceous, but also toned and muscular like that of an athlete. She held the curved sword in slender but muscled arms, and I could see her firm thighs beneath the wet shift she wore. The girl saw me, then looked back toward the stable. I followed her gaze and saw a girl who must have been first girl's sister: she was younger and more slender, dressed in a plain white robe with a pack slung over her shoulder. Her brown hair was straighter and shorter, and her skin was pale. This girl's face was more angular, with a pointed nose and delicate cheekbones, and she carried herself with an almost regal confidence. But I could only look for a moment - I glanced back, and saw what I feared: the remaining human warriors were dead or gone and several goblins had noticed us. The girl with the sword - Pheraia, the other one had called her - had already slipped into the stables. I followed her as the goblins rushed forward. "Horses?" I asked the warrior-girl, looking around for any carriages. This place was normally full of carriages and horses, but now it appeared empty. "None," she said. Her voice shook. "Out the door," I shouted, waving them both forward. "We can't fight them all." The two girls rushed out the open doors, the warrior moving quickly and confidently but the smaller one picking her way along. I raised my hand, concentrating on the spirit of my goddess. The stable door slammed shut. "Faster!" I shouted as I glanced behind me. It took only a moment for the goblins to beat the door down. "We need to reach the woods!" Outside only a few goblin soldiers loitered, most of them surrounding a lushly-appointed carriage, stripping it of valuables. I waved the girls forward, hoping that the monstrous warriors wouldn't bother to pursue us. The three of us ran, Pheraia dragging the smaller girl along. At least, I thought as I glanced behind me and saw a half-dozen goblins, the vile things didn't have bows. We reached the edge of the forest, and started running up the hill. I didn't even feel my legs ache, though the two girls slowed down, and the smaller one wheezed horribly, her pack bouncing against her chest. Still, their fear had them making good time, and as we reached the halfway point of the hill, I glanced behind me and saw that two of the goblins had dropped out of the race. Two more had dropped out by the time we reached the top of the hill. I looked down, studying the scene of ruin: the inn was entirely surrounded by goblins. Some had started a fire atop the stables, which was spreading quickly across the thatched roof. In the flickering red light I saw a warrior in dark red armor, intricately worked with whorls of gold - a knight of some sort. I had been told that they ruled these lands. Upon the knight's head was a great helmet with a golden crown, and worked into the breastplate was a symbol: a red tower, riven with golden lightning in a gold circle. The knight was mounted on a roan charger with similar armor, and hefted a mace that burned with an unholy light. I looked back at the two girls, ready to continue my flight, but the smaller girl had almost collapsed from exhaustion and fear. Realizing that running further would only exhaust me more, I turned again and faced the two advancing goblins. "We fight them now," I said to the warrior-girl. "We have the high ground, and the little one is exhausted." Pheraia stepped forward nervously, looking down at the two monsters. Her scimitar shook in her hand. Her sister stepped forward. I spared a glance at her; her eyes shimmered for a moment, and she said "These goblins are captains of their army. They are great warriors, but they do not plan to fight to the death." "A priestess?" I wondered out loud, realizing that the girl's knowledge came from supernatural sources. "An aspirant, only," the girl said softly. "Of Kurus." I nodded, recognizing the name of some god of wisdom local to the region. The goblins approached quickly, but when they realized that we were not about to run, they paused, their poison-yellow eyes regarding us coldly. "We seek a priestess," the first one spat. "Which one is it?" "Go fuck a dwarf," I spat. "Head back or you're dead." I hefted my sword confidently. For a moment I thought that they would retreat, but after a moment's consideration they leapt up the slope. The fight was over almost before it began. As the aspirant chanted behind me, I parried the chop that the first goblin aimed at my legs, then skewered it as it staggered forward. I turned to face the other goblin, but only to see it fly through the air, then crash onto the side of the incline and roll painfully down the hill. It wasn't dead, but it wouldn't be climbing any time soon. Pheraia raised her fist in victory as the goblin lay dazed far below her. "Let's go," I said, heading for the safety of the forest. "Who are you?" Pheraia asked nervously as we traveled into the dark woods. "Name's Taspion," I said. "Priest of Asura, the goddess of love. You?" Pheraia seemed to relax slightly at the revelation. "I'm Pheraia. This is my sister, Nemsi. We're from the House of Gethiro in Senia. My guards and we were going to the Temple of Kurus so that my sister could be formally initiated. Our guards are dead now." She sighed. "Then we need to reach the Temple. I've heard of it. It's only a day away by the road, though we can't go that way. Do you know why the goblins attacked?" "It was the Knight of the Red Tower," Nemsi said. Without the backing of her god, her voice was soft and sweet. "It's a rogue knight, wearing the ancient armor." "Ancient armor?" "Centuries ago, the elf-smiths of the west constructed armor for their finest champions. Each suit was unique, and held special powers. When their empire collapsed, the elves fled this land, leaving it to mortal man. All that remained were their great works: roads, aqueducts, and the Suits of Glory." "And these suits of armor," I asked, "they're magical?" "Very," Nemsi said. "And some have grown wicked, their magics poisonous and twisted. The Red Tower Knight hates the priests of Kurus, and seeks to destroy them. It enslaves bodies and uses them to enact its evil will." "Strange that this Red Tower Knight would send scores of goblins to attack a single aspirant." I thought for a moment. "We'll make our way toward the Temple. We need to warm them." Confident of my purpose, I marched swiftly into the hills, disadvantaged only by my lack of a bow, shirt, boots, or food. * There was no sign of pursuit, and as the sun rose I spoke with the girls. I learned that they were from a wealthy family that had worshipped Kurus for centuries, though Nemsi was the first to be chosen as an acolyte. Her older sister was an athlete and a dancer, although only recently had she begun studying the art of battle. Nemsi and I discussed theology as we walked, and I found her to be an intelligent and interesting girl, though lacking in confidence. We traveled generally northeast, parallel to the road but not too close, and as dawn became morning I saw the girls begin to slow down. "It's four days and we don't have any boots," I said to Nemsi. "Your healing knowledge will be important, for our feet." She nodded and managed a weak smile. She was very pretty in only her white gown, from which poked small, pointed breasts. "How are we going to eat?" Pheraia asked. She looked famished. In answer, I bent down on the path and picked up a smooth stone. "Berries, small animals that get in front of my rock. I'm sure that our gods can provide." We talked late into the day, moving deeper father away from the road. I enjoyed it, I admitted, boasting about conquests and triumphs (some of them even true) to these two lovely ladies. And the way they looked at me, stripped to the waist and with my sword tucked through a twist in my pants, made me wonder what sort of fun I could arrange between then and when we arrived at the temple. I didn't think followers of Kurus took vows of chastity, but there was only one way to find out. * As the sun set behind us, we stopped. Earlier in the evening I had managed to catch a rabbit with a thrown rock and a whispered prayer. I was no ranger, but game was so plentiful in the forest that it was hard to throw a stone without downing an elk or a squirrel. The rabbit, along with a pile of blueberries and raspberries that we had managed to collect, became a serviceable meal around a small fire. We were far enough away from any trails that I felt confident sleeping through the night. Pheraia insisted with great chivalry that I take the bedroll, as she had spent many cold nights in Lake Thenipo, learning to swim. Not being much a gentleman, I decided that this was an excellent arrangement, and without too much more thought, I found a soft bed of grass, slid off my blue cotton pants to make a pillow, and went to bed. I woke up to a sound that immediately set me on edge: a dull chatter somewhere nearby. When I was younger, I had traveled the swamps of Zoktal, and the sound of a clicking crocodile-man was enough to fill me with dread. But after a fevered instant of wondering what one of the swamp creatures would be doing in the Ambrand hills, I identified the sound: lying not five feet from me, Pheraia was curled into a ball, shivering from the cold. Her teeth were chattering. Her back was to me, and for a moment I took a moment to admire how the fabric of her blue tunic stretched over her ass, but then I softly called her name. She stopped chattering instantly. "Pheraia, are you alright?" "F-fine," she said. "Are you cold?" "No." Oh, a tough girl. "You're going to freeze if you stay out there. We're halfway up a hill; it's colder than in the lowlands." "I'm fine," she whispered. I could see her sister sleeping next to the embers of the fire. "No, you're not. You're going to freeze, and then I'll have to carry a frozen girl to the temple, and the priests won't like that at all. You shouldn't have given me your bedroll." She turned toward me, a vaguely curious expression on her face. "Could I - could I join you?" I waved her over, wondering where things would lead. Rubbing her arms and legs to stay warm, she slid quickly into the bedroll, right next to me, apparently unaware that I was naked. As she shivered, I pressed against her, warming her up. She turned to face me, pressing close. "And what are you doing?" I asked. "Warming up, of course. Though I think you're using your spooky foreign magics on me." "Is that a problem?" "Not really." "Let's see if I can warm you up." I start to rub her all over. Her arms were firm and strong, and she had the supplest thighs; I could feel her muscles shifting beneath her skin as I caressed her. She relaxed in my embrace, and I ran my hands along her sides, around the contours of her breasts. "I'm still not feeling too warm," she said, giggling. "Then come here," I said. Kissing her cheek, I rolled her onto her back and stretched out on top of her. I kissed her lips, though she seemed tenser now as my cock pressed against her belly. "I'm going to keep you warm tonight," I said. "Just relax." I dipped low and my cock went beneath her short tunic, running along the inside of her thigh. She moaned, then gasped as she felt my dick. I hushed her. "You don't want to wake up your sister. We have an early day tomorrow, and she needs her rest." She giggled. "Put it in me," she said. I kissed her to muffle her sighs of pleasure, then started to slide my cock into her. She groaned against my lips as her pussy slowly opened for me, then gasped as I enter her fully. "How does that feel?" I asked. "Ooh," she said. "It's big." I started to withdraw, then slid back in, taking my time as the girl became acclimated to my cock. She had no doubt fooled around with some local boys, though I doubt she had ever been with a real man (especially one who worshiped the goddess of love), and I was determined to emphasize the difference. Slowly, I increased my tempo, thrusting repeatedly into her. She started to groan, and I kissed her again, muffling the sound so that her sister wouldn't wake up. Of course, it would be kind of fun if her sister woke up, but I dismissed the thought, concentrating on the girl beneath me, who was definitely no longer cold. "Oh, keep doing that," she said as I changed my angle. I kissed her again, humping deep into her as she bit back the desire to scream. The bedrolls were pleasantly confining, and I enjoyed the sensation of her strong thighs squeezing my hips as I fucked her. "You're wonderful," I said. "I love warrior-women." "I'm - not - a warrior," she said, her words broken up by my powerful thrusts. She hissed into my ear as I continued to plow into her. "You fuck like one," I told her. "I think Asura could do something with you." "I think I'll stick with Kurus, thank you. Oh, you're so much better than the boys back home," she said as I slowed my pace, thrusting hard and deep into her. "Experience," I said. "And divine power." "Mm, thank you," she said, then started to gasp as she approached orgasm. I kissed her, fucking her harder and faster as her strong arms wrapped around me. We came together, kissing to muffle our cries of pleasure. A shudder passed over her as I blew my load inside of her, and I gasped, thrusting a few final times. "Oh, that was so great," the girl said, her steel blue eyes wide and glazed. "I hope you're warm now," I said. "Oh, much warmer," she breathed. "Good, then. Out you go!" She giggled and pounded my shoulder. "Mean!" she squealed as I moved off of her. I kissed her throat. "You need to sleep," I said. "It's three more days of hard travel before we reach the temple." "Mmm. Can we do this again tomorrow?" "You bet, Pheraia. You're incredible." The girl sighed contentedly, and I drifted off to sleep. * "Oh my god, don't stop!" Pheraia gasped as I fucked her from behind. "Not too loud, girl," I said, smiling wickedly. "We don't want Nemsi to hear us." We were on an outcropping above a small valley through which flowed a slow-moving river. Pheraia and I had told Nemsi that she could rest, and that we would hunt for some food. I had already killed a fat running-quail, but Pheraia and I had fallen passionately on one-another. "And what's my sister going to do if she hears us?" Pheraia asked. "I can fuck through her lectures." I thrust harder, looking down toward the river where Nemsi sat, kneeling for her noontime prayers. "Really? Have you done that before?" Pheraia giggled. "Well, she walked in on me once, when I was 'handling' some nice stable-boy. Gods, it was so embarrassing." "What happened?" I asked, slowing my pace to tease her. She ground her ass against me. "Nemsi screamed and told me to stop, but the boy - I can't even remember his name - he...he held my hand, made me keep going...." "And then?" I ran my fingers along Pheraia's tanned ass. "Gods, he came everywhere. Nemsi ran off screaming." Pheraia giggled between thrusts. I leaned close, whispering into her ear. "Did you like it?" "What?" "Did you like it, when she walked in on you? The look on her face?" I licked her ear. "Are you crazy?" "A little. I like the thought of your little sister and you having fun together." "Girls can't do that," Pheraia said with great certainty. She giggled, a trace of nervousness in her voice. "I beg to differ, dear," I said, kissing her jaw and reaching my hand around her thigh to massage the soft curls above her pussy. "I've known lots of girls who have a lot of fun with other girls." I thrust again into her, hard, and she groaned. "How?" "Fingers, lips. I knew these two Sephandi sharpshooters, beautiful girls, couldn't get enough of one-another. I took them both while they fucked one-another." "Gods, you're kidding?" The girl started to shake as my fingers dipped between her pussy lips, above my thrusting cock, and began to rub her clit. "Oh, what're you doing?" "Making you feel good. And I'm not kidding. It's a lot of fun. Come on," I said, looking down at Nemsi as she finished her prayers and stood up, "didn't you two ever 'practice' when you were younger?" I started to flick her clit more vigorously, and she fell silent, enjoying the attention. "Well?" "Maybe...a few times..." Pheraia said between gasps as I fingered her. "Mmm, and wasn't it nice? I bet she was so soft and sweet." "Oh, it was nice," the girl said, smiling as I nibbled her ear. "But you just want to fuck her, don't you?" She sounded only playfully indignant, and her breath was growing short as I continued to pleasure her. "Maybe if you were there, too," I said. "Wouldn't that be exciting? Teaching your little sis how to make love? Tell me you wouldn't like that, watching her face twist in pleasure...." "Oh yes! Oh yes, please!" the girl screamed, pushing back against my cock. Looking down, I saw Nemsi turn around. She had probably heard something. "She heard us!" Pheraia gasped, slowing down in fear. "Good," I whispered in her ear. "She can learn what's making all the racket." "Oh gods," she cried, "I'm going to come!" "Let it out," I urged, my pace increasing as the beautiful girl started to come on my cock. "Oh yes! Gods, yes! It's so good! I - ahh! YES!" A final, wordless scream punctuated her climax as her juices drenched her pussy and my cock. I started fucking her even faster, groaning as I saw Nemsi step closer, her wide blue eyes searching for the source of the unusual sounds. As fantasies raced through my mind and Pheraia groaned beneath me, I saw some movement from the far side of the small river. When I saw a glint of steel, I knew we were in trouble. My battle-instincts overriding my desire, I pulled Pheraia off of my cock. She cried out in surprise. "Goblins!" I cried. Then, stepping to the edge of the rise and quickly pulling up my pants, I shouted down to Nemsi: "Goblins, girl! Run!" The priestess looked over her shoulder, and as she did a trio of goblins emerged from woods. They rushed toward Nemsi, splashing into the river as the girl ran toward me. I finished lacing up my pants, stuffing my erection awkwardly behind the laces, grabbed my sword and bounded down the hill. Pheraia had pulled her tunic down and grabbed her own sword; she ran down the hill beside me, staggering in her haste. I had earlier that morning found for Nemsi a stout length of wood. It was no Divine Scepter of Pethu, but it could dent a goblin's skull well enough. Nemsi fell back as I reached the bottom of the hill, my arousal forgotten as the goblins reached the middle of the stream, which was shallow and came up only to their thighs. Though two of the vile creatures menacingly shook their spears, the third raised a curved black horn to its lips and blew a single, sickening note. I cursed, knowing that reinforcements would not be far behind. "What do we do?" Pheraia asked. "Kill these three," I said, approaching the pebbly banks of the small river, "so they can't say where we went." I readied my sword as the goblins approached. The one with the horn seemed to be a captain: it unslung a curved sword like the one I had seen before, and a triangular black shield with a Red Tower design. I heard Nemsi's voice rise in prayer behind me, and the will of her god washed over me, imbuing me with wisdom. I shouted a wordless battle-cry as the first goblin reached me. The crimson-skinned monster lunged with its spear, a thrust intended to disembowel me. I parried the attack with the side of my blade, but the creature was quick, and brought the spear up over its head, knocking aside my counter-attack. Still, I forced the creature back, and it splashed in the water. I leapt after it, my greater height making me quicker in the stream. In the corner of my eye, I saw the sisters struggling with the other two goblins. They were holding their own, but the captain - the one with the horn and the sword - was a good fighter and they couldn't land a blow. I leveled several more cuts at the goblin before me, sending him splashing back against a large rock. He was slippery: another cut, and he rolled away, causing my sword to scrape off the rock, but he staggered again in the deep water, and I was both quicker in the river and a much better fighter - leaping forward before the thing could recover, I ran it through the heart. The goblin was borne slowly away by the current as I turned to the other creatures, fearing that I had already wasted too much time. As I sloshed through the water, approaching the goblins from behind, I saw Nemsi land a painful blow on one goblin's hand with her staff. The creature screamed and released its broken hand from the spear, swinging it around to fight overhand-style. Both goblins, upon noticing my presence, moved apart, attempting to surround the girls and scrambling out of the water. I leapt onto dry land, avoiding the sharp rocks, and charged the goblin captain. My sword clunked off the creature's black and red shield, and I staggered back to prevent the thing's curved blade from opening up my throat. As I stepped back, the sisters moved in to surround the other monster. The goblin reacted like a professional soldier, spinning its spear in wide arcs to keep the girls back. I dodged the captain, and it ran past me sword-first. I managed a glancing blow on my enemy's shoulder; it parted the cloth, but scraped off the crude chain armor the creature wore. But as I turned, I saw something crashing through the trees on the other side of the river. "Shit," I muttered. "Ogre." The thing that staggered through the trees and into the river was about nine feet tall, more fat than muscle but enormous in its bulk, with brown skin that would probably be dull yellow if clean. Its face was flat and brutal, marked by vacant eyes and large tusks, and it hefted an enormous club in its broad hands. There was a choked scream from behind me, and I turned to see the other goblin crumple, clutching its bleeding neck. Nemsi's staff connected with the side of its head, and the creature went down for good. Seeing the new odds, the goblin captain bounded past me (narrowly avoiding a sword in the back) and hopped into the river, where it stood beside the ogre. The goblin blew its hideous black horn again as the ogre advanced with stupid confidence. "Get back!" I shouted as the brute stepped from the river, swinging its club in wide arcs and forcing us away. The goblin returned to the fight. "Deal with the goblin," I told the girls. "I'll take the ogre." Pheraia and Nemsi stepped away from the ogre, fanning out in an attempt to encircle the remaining goblin. They moved quickly, understanding as well as I did that more were coming. I ducked under the ogre's first, wild swing and ran forward, aiming to bury my sword in the behemoth's leg. But it stepped aside with surprising ease and brought its club around again. I fell forward onto my face to avoid the swing, then scrambled up again as the ogre brought the weapon crashing down. Though I couldn't get close to anything vital, I ran my sword down the brute's knee, making it shout and back off. Confident that I had the initiative, I hopped forward, aiming stabs at the ogre's legs. Just like with humans, thick arteries ran up the inside of an ogre's thighs; if I could open one up, the thing would bleed out in seconds. But despite my attempts, the ogre warded me off with powerful swings from its club, and I only managed a few more minor cuts: one on the top of the thigh, and another on its wrist as it recovered from a swing. But then I heard a bloody crunch from behind me. I stepped back, nervously looking to make sure that the sisters were alright. The goblin captain, I saw, had been torn to ribbons. I watched as the two girls alternated cuts and slams until finally the thing toppled, a bloody, ruined mess. The last blow splintered Nemsi's staff into a dozen pieces. Pheraia rushed to stand by my side just as the ogre resumed its assault. We both scattered as the brute slammed its club down between us. Pheraia shouted again and darted in - too soon, I knew, though I could not stop her. As she stumbled on the sharp rocks, the ogre reversed its club and swept it into Pheraia, who was flung through the air. Nemsi screamed and rushed back toward her sister, while I gritted my teeth, determined to finish the ogre before anything worse could happen. I stepped back, then rushed forward again. The ogre brought its club down again, a colossal blow that shook the ground, but the attack fell short by several feet. Whispering a prayer to keep my feet planted, I bounded on top of the club, balanced as I ran up it, then leapt forward. Reversing my sword, I drove it deep into the ogre's chest. Black blood flowed from the wound, and the creature bellowed in agony as I hung on, wrenching an ever-growing gash in the monster's chest. It tried to pound me off, but I clung to the sword hilt, grabbing the beast's shoulder with my other hand and wedging the sword in deeper. Finally the ogre grabbed me by the arm and threw me off. I crashed onto the shore, scattering pebbles, but staggered to my feet just in time to watch the ogre take one step forward, lurch, and fall dead on its side. Nearby, Nemsi kneeled over her sister. "Is she alright?" I asked, limping forward. "Been better." It was Pheraia's voice. Looking down, I saw that she bore no evident injuries, except for a few bruises that already looked several days old - her sister's healing secrets, no doubt. "Kurus protects us," Nemsi said. "The god of wisdom will think us pretty stupid if we stay here," I observed, looking at the far bank. "Can you walk?" I asked Pheraia. In response, the warrior-girl rose painfully to her feet. I nodded and retrieved my sword from the gory ruin of the ogre's chest, washing it quickly off in the stream before I rejoined the two girls. "Two days until we reach the temple," I said. "If we move quickly, we may escape the goblins." As we dashed into the woods I could hear the crash and snap of the creatures coming toward us - not the score I had seen earlier, but an army, smashing through the forest in their pursuit of us. * Over the next day we made surprisingly good time. Nemsi offered prayers to her god, who showed us hidden paths, wise choices through the underbrush, and ways so secret I doubted road wardens, hunters, or even the spirits of the deep woods knew about them. I offered my own prayers, pulling us inexorably toward the temple. There were no new attacks (we had outdistanced the goblin army) and by nightfall I allowed the exhausted girls to relax. They slumped against a tall oak tree, looking to the north, where (given the good time we had made) the Temple of Kurus was only a few hours away. I would have pushed on, but Pheraia and Nemsi could barely stand. Nemsi applied her healing secrets to our tired feet, but the girls still limped slightly as I handed each of them a meager supply of berries. I couldn't risk sneaking away with Pheraia this time: leaving one of the girls alone would be too risky. That being the case, I settled down to sleep, hoping that the hidden bower that Kurus had led us to would keep us safe from goblin scouts. It was already warm when I nodded off, and I woke up sweating: it was a hot night, not like the cool summer nights I was used to in the north. Looking over to the other side of the bower, I saw Pheraia sleeping soundly, her head resting against a mossy root. But I didn't see Nemsi. I woke up completely, then, looking around for the girl. She was nowhere in sight. Perhaps she had wandered off. I stood up, grabbed my sword, and parted the broad leaves that enclosed where we slept. It was slightly cooler outside, though still unusually warm. Asura's will brought me quickly to the girl. I found her next to a small lake. I was about to step out into the open and berate her for sneaking off, but then she pulled her white gown over her head and tossed it onto a nearby tree branch, and I decided that there were more interesting things than yelling at the girl. She had a splendid body, slim and delicate. Her flesh was pale, from her dainty shoulders to her small waist and round ass. Around her neck was a slender leather cord, which I assumed held a holy symbol of Kurus. Nemsi stepped daintily into the water, walking slowly forward until the water came up to waist. Sighing, she lowered herself into the small natural pool, dipping her head under and emerging a moment later. I hunkered down behind a tall fern and watched the beautiful girl swim. As she rose up out of the water, running her hands through her straight brown hair, I saw what she wore around her neck: it was a steel circle, in the middle of which was a simple lens. It rested between her small, pointed breasts. Her tight young body was making me hard; I shifted in my hiding spot, watching the show. She lowered herself back into the water, and I could hear her speaking quietly as she ran her fingers along her arm. I leaned closer, listening. "This is the wind line," she was whispering, "which has the elements of..." and she started to speak the language I had heard before. Anatomy, I realized. She was reciting her anatomy. Maybe to become a full acolyte she needed to know certain subjects. And from the sound of things, she wasn't doing too well. "These elements lead to the heart," she whispered. Her fingers ran across one dark nipple, which grew hard. "The heart is the fourth of seven..." Her words were hesitant and troubled as her hand wandered from the top of her head down, to her nose, her lips, her throat, her breasts, her belly, and finally, between her legs. Her fingers remained between her legs and her voice grew increasingly hesitant, both because she was struggling to remember obscure details and because her fingers danced around her twat. As I watched, her caresses became less accidental. As she floated in the pool of water, one hand continued to massage her pussy, the other keeping her aloft, until she had abandoned all pretenses of study. "Oh Taspion," she whispered. That perked my ears up; it looked like my goddess' will was working its usual magic. She wasn't really masturbating, just running her fingers along the cleft of her twat, massaging herself gently as she whispered my name. I watched the show, weighing whether it was better merely to watch, seeing if the girl would take things further on her own, or to make my presence known. As Nemsi played with herself, muttering anatomical terms, my lust overcame my better sense and I came up with a plan. "Nemsi!" I shouted, stepping out from behind the bush. (It wasn't much of a plan, but I suspected it would work.) The girl squealed and plunged beneath the waves, until only her head was exposed. I hoped that my crotch wasn't making my pants bulge out too much. "Why in Asura's name did you wander away from the camp?" I snapped. "I-" she stuttered. "It was too hot! I couldn't sleep!" "There's an army of goblins a day behind us. You can't just wander away!" "I'm sorry," the girl said weakly. "But I needed to study!" "Study?" I leaned against a rock, staring down at her. "To become an acolyte of Kurus, I need to know certain things: anatomy, alchemy, astrology. But I lost my books at the inn, and I've never been good at anatomy, and now I don't think I'm going to be able to remember everything and I won't become an acolyte and my father will never forgive me-" She started to weep, her teary eyes full of fear. "Oh, don't worry," I said, edging closer to her. "I don't know what you need to know, but I did spend some time with the healers of Hanua. I know my anatomy pretty well." "What? You do?" Nemsi perked up, then immediately slid back down before she exposed her breasts. I nodded, fondly remembering my anatomy lessons with the aptly-named Ladies of Flesh back in Hanua. "I can teach you, if you'd like. I don't have much formal training, but I'm a decent healer." "I'd...I'd like that," Nemsi said nervously. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I wouldn't want to be invasive." "No," the girl said. "No, I really need the advice." I smiled. "Alright, then. Turn around." She raised an eyebrow, but turned around. I quickly removed my pants and stepped into the natural pool. The water was cooler than the hot air, but still pleasantly warm. Nemsi turned around when she heard the splash, and screamed in surprise, covering her pointed breasts. "I didn't think-" "Relax," I said, glad that my cock wasn't so hard it bobbed above the surface. "I learned anatomy as a hands-on study, and you should too. Memorizing ancient scrolls isn't the same as knowing what goes on underneath your own skin." I sounded so sincere, too. It was true that I had studied anatomy, and not just in the "Well, I sure have fucked a lot of girls over the years" way, so I decided to start with some of the basics. "You've read Shedrim's The Human Form?" I asked. "Most of it," Nemsi said nervously as I bobbed closer. "Good. Then let's go over the spirit-system that circulates life through the body." I gently took Nemsi's wrist, lifting it above the water. She stayed low so that she wouldn't reveal her breasts. I ran my fingers along her arm, reciting what I remembered from my time with the Hanua healers. Shedrim the Healer had been a pleasantly practical man; his abstract elemental interpretations of the body's actions could easily be turned into an effective system of healing injuries and curing disease. It was the standard medical text of almost all healers, and I knew it well enough to recall the important, useful parts. "Stand up," I said to the girl as I recited. "No reason to be shy." I pulled her up out of the water. She tried to cover her breasts, but quickly gave up, looking at me with a nervous smile. "Now, let's go over the maktiras," I said, placing my hand on her head. We recited them together as I moved my hand from the top of her head to her nose to her lips, all the way down. Her recitals became slower as my hand crept along her ribs, then lingered over her pussy. "And now," I said, sliding along behind her and keeping my finger above her pussy, "what about the fluid laws, from Shedrim's third book?" My cock was getting hard again, and I pressed against the girl's back, my dick growing hard between her legs below the crack of her ass. The girl sputtered, trying to recall Shedrim's fluid laws as my finger slipped into the cleft of her pussy, seeking out her clit. My other hand draped itself across Nemsi's slim belly, over her hips. I found her clit and my fingers massaged it, causing Nemsi to gasp and sigh, going limp in my arms. Her thin legs shivered beneath the water as my cock became painfully hard, pushing between her thighs. "What are you doing?" Nemsi asked dizzily. "Anatomy lesson," I whispered. "Is that alright?" "I...think," Nemsi said quietly. She shuddered again as my fingers caressed her twat, and my other hand rose up, caressing one wet breast. "That feel good?" I asked, my finger moving up and down between her legs. "Very good," Nemsi said, her inhibitions disappearing as my dick pressed against her. She started to move slowly up and down, leaning back to look at me. I kissed her cheek and her throat before tilting her head back and kissing her hungrily on the lips. She responded eagerly, if somewhat inexpertly, and as we exchanged tongues I turned her entirely around to face me, wrapping my arms around her slim waist. Nemsi panted and stared at me, her huge blue eyes wide and nervous. I kissed her again, lifting her off her feet (easy in the waist-high water). My lips trailed across her neck and then over her breasts, making her gasp and squirm as I lifted her so her pussy hovered an inch above my cock. "Oh, yes!" she cried as I licked her pointed breasts. Her dark nipples hardened. I turned, leaning against a standing rock, and slowly started to lower her onto my cock. She squeezed her eyes shut, remaining very still as my dick started to slide into her cunt. She was a virgin (now I was sure) and I slid into her up to her hymen, when she started to gasp and squirm. "Is that alright?" I asked. She opened her eyes, looking down at me. "It's nice," she said. "But it's so big. It hurts." "It'll only hurt for a moment longer, alright?" I said. "Mmm, yeah," she sighed. My cock breached her hymen, and she slid down, slamming against the base of my cock and gasping in ecstasy. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and thrust up into her twat, which spasmed against my cock. "Oh, it's so good!" Nemsi squealed. I placed my head against her chest, listening to her heart beat as I slowly pulled my cock away from her, lifting her up. Nemsi closed her big blue eyes as I pulled her back down on top of me, sliding up into her. "It feels better than I ever dreamed," Nemsi sighed as I started to thrust into her, deep and slow, lifting her up by her thin waist and dropping her back down. "You feel great," I groaned. It had been a while since I had fucked a girl in water, and the sensation of water rushing into her cunt as I withdrew was exquisite. "Oh gods, I'm bleeding!" Nemsi sighed as she looked down between us. The starlight lit a faint cloud of blood in the water above her pussy. "It's alright," I said. "That's supposed to happen. Just concentrate on how it feels. Lean back." I took her wrists and she leaned back, throwing her head back as I pushed into her. I continued my slow, hard pace, and she started to moan from deep in her throat as my dick hit her pleasure spot. I fucked her harder and faster, still leaning against the boulder, as she began to shake and gasp. She pitched forward suddenly and I squeezed her close to me, savoring the feeling of her thighs quivering against my own. "What's happening?" Nemsi whispered. Her blue eyes were wide and staring, full of fear, wonder and passion. "What's...oh my god, oh wow! It feels...so...oh my...yes! Yes! YES!" Water splashed around us as I thrust manically into Nemsi. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried wordlessly as she climaxed, her face a mask of pleasure. I watched her expression return to normal, my cock pulsing rhythmically within her to keep her stimulated. Her innocent eyes swam with lust, desire, and a bit of confusion as she sat on my cock. "I didn't know it would be that good," she said, moving slowly on top of me. "Want more?" I asked, picking up my pace again. "Mm, yes." I kissed Nemsi, then lifted her up, enjoying the feel of her supple skin. I moved her back one step at a time, never letting my dick out of her. I moved her toward another stone in the large pool, this one flatter and covered in soft moss. I lowered her gently onto the slab, groaning as my cock once again buried itself in her pussy. Nemsi groaned as well, putting her hands on my shoulders. "Kiss me," she whispered. I did so, swirling my tongue around her mouth, pressing against her small tongue, licking behind her straight white teeth, then gently licking her lips. She shivered deliciously, her whole tiny body athrill as I stimulated her. Excited by her shudders of ecstasy, I grabbed her head with both hands, kissed her with wild passion, and started to fuck her hard and deep. She gasped into my mouth as I picked up the pace, fucking her with lightning-quick strokes that caused her small breasts to bounce up and down on her chest. Her thighs rose up around my hips, and the girl started to scream and cry out. "So good," she gasped. "So good." I grabbed her wrists, pinning them beside her head, fucking her even harder until her whole body shook and her cries became little repetitive noises. For a moment of wide-eyed fear she struggled to free her wrists from my grip, kicking her legs frantically. Then, realizing the impossibility of escape, she cried out, a deep, throaty gasp of pleasure, pushing her tiny body against me. "Oh gods yes!" Nemsi screamed, coming spectacularly, writhing against my thrusting dick. The ecstasy that raced through her seemed almost too much for her little body to contain. She stiffened completely for several seconds, squeezing my cock until I winced, then fell limp, dazed from the orgasm. I cradled her thin body, showering her with kisses as she slowly recovered. As she flicked her eyes open again, I started to move inside of her again, making her moan. She hugged me and kissed my cheek, and I floated into the middle of the pool, increasing my pace again. For the first dozen thrusts, Nemsi only bobbed against my shoulder, sighing with pleasure, but after a few moments she got back into it, running her hands along my arms and kissing me with naīve, passionate enthusiasm. Soon she was approaching another orgasm, the pool a froth of bubbles as we coupled. She was tight and desperate, grunting as she pushed her cunt against me, trying to reach her third climax. My body glistened with sweat and warm water, and the relentless pace had me exhausted and close to climax myself. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could, unable to restrain my lust as the little nymphet savored her deflowering. She looked down at me, a look of trust and transcendent passion on her face, and I realized I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to thrust faster, holding her closer as I felt my cock swelling in the girl's tight pussy. Nemsi started to scream and buck, but I was lost in my own world. A familiar tingling began at the base of my spine, and suddenly my orgasm exploded out of me and into her. I saw stars as I cried out wordlessly, my cock poised at the apex of a thrust, buried deep inside Nemsi, who rose above me straight as an arrow, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was an incredible, gut-wrenching orgasm, but after long seconds it faded and I slowed my thrusts down, easing it in and out of the small girl. However, as I opened my eyes I saw Nemsi's face distorted in lustful frustration, her eyes scrunched up as she pushed her crotch rhythmically against mine. "So...close," she grunted, biting her lip. I mustered the last of my energy and started fucking back against her, despite my over-stimulation. I groaned in pleasure and back-breaking fatigue, and Nemsi echoed my cries, squealing again and again as she edged closer to climax. Finally, as I thought I could manage not a single thrust more, she came. The muscles of her tight pussy pushed my exhausted cock out of her. She finished the rest of her orgasm with every muscle in her body spasming, her hands shivering against my shoulders and her thighs contracting around my legs. As I fell back into the warm water, so exhausted I couldn't even cry out, Nemsi gasped through the last of her orgasm. As I came back to coherence, I found my head resting on a mossy rock, staring up at the beautiful girl who smiled down at me. Her eyes were wet with tears as she slid beside me and kissed me softly on the lips. "That was so beautiful," she said softly. She kissed my lips again. "Thank you." "Thank you," I said. "You were incredible. Especially for a virgin." "Mmm. But now I'm so sore," she pouted. She curled up beside me, bobbing in the water. I reached down between her legs. "That's normal. Here," I said as I gently removed the semen from her pussy, dispersing it in the water. "A bit of a massage." "Oh, that feels so nice." She squirmed against me. "Don't tell me you want another!" My cock was about to run and hide if I demanded any more from it. "I do, but oh! We should get back to the camp!" I smiled, withdrawing my fingers. "We should. Let's hope she hasn't heard us." Nemsi giggled, and we both clambered out of the small pool. I pulled on my pants and she took her white gown from the branch, pulling it on. I took the shaking and exhausted girl around the waist. "Tomorrow you become an acolyte of Kurus." * We arrived early the next day, barely avoiding a patrol of goblins. The army of the Red Tower Knight was close, and we ran the last mile, fearing an ambush around every hill and behind every tree. The temple was not large, despite its importance: three towers were surrounded by an eight-foot wall that was there more to keep out wolves than to hold off a raider force. Within, among the towers, was as a one-story lodge that served as living quarters, and a few small buildings - a stable, a blacksmith. In total, I guessed maybe twenty or thirty priests were here, including acolytes and any secular help. The towers, while beautiful, were not large (two three-stories and one five-story). After brief introductions, a very old priest in an elaborate headdress approached me. "We know why you come, Priest of Asura," he said simply. "I am Galat, Abbot of the Temple of Kurus." His voice rang with the power I had heard in Nemsi when she had worked her miracles. Preparations had begun for the attack: behind him, I could see priests in mail, holding stout spears and bows made of recurved steel. "Then you know what's coming. Can your priests hold against the army?" The old man nodded. "The goblins are night-creatures, and will attack tonight. The daughters of the House of Gethiro will be kept safe. But the All-Seeing God requests your aid to fight off the Red Tower Knight." "At your service," I said. The girls departed, exhausted but relieved to be in relative safety. "Why does this knight wish to destroy you?" I asked. "The Knight of the Red Tower is an ancient foe of the Temple of Kurus. For a thousand years the knight has sought to defeat our god. He is a spirit of cruel ignorance, of slavery of the mind and body, created by a mad elf-smith whose mind had been shattered by some great horror. We have slain the knight before, but he always returns, as is the way of the Suits of Glory." "Sweet Asura," I murmured. "How do we destroy him?" "All our wisdom cannot reveal how," the old man says. "But for four-hundred years we held the Red Tower Armor, imprisoned it. We can hope to do that again, and I know our wisdom will defeat the goblins." Priests with steel bows positioned themselves on stone balconies behind the low walls. "Abbot!" a handsome middle-aged priestess shouted. "The goblins will strike half past the second bell after sundown. They have felled trees to create two rams, but they plan to climb the walls with ladders and open the gates from within. The arithmancers have calculated the ideal deployment of soldiers, weapons, and miracles to counteract these tactics." The priestess handed the abbot a scroll where drying letters and diagrams glistened. The letters, I saw, glowed faintly with a silvery light, and I marveled at the efficiency of the priests of Kurus. The abbot studied the diagrams, then drew a quill from his robes and scratched a few notes - corrections, I assumed, though I wondered where the ink came from. "Good work," the abbot said. "Note my changes." The priestess bowed and stepped away, and the abbot turned to me. "If you will fight with us, we can provide you with mail. And...a shirt. And boots," he said with a straight face, as if only now noticing my half-clothed condition. "Your sword is keen, so we will leave you with that blade, though since you can fire a bow we'll provide you with one of our steel recurve bows. Practice for a while to familiarize yourself with the weapon." The rest of the day was a whirl of training and organization. A very old, sour-faced priest gave me a scabbard, shirt, boots, small shield, a steel helm and a shirt of light mail, as well as a quiver of chisel-shaped armor-piercing arrows and one of the steel recurve bows of Kurus. This contraption took some practice to use effectively. As the priests scrambled about, making final preparations for the battle, I practiced with the bow. The weapon felt strange in my hand, and was incredibly powerful: the arrows buried themselves to the fletching in the tight-packed bales of hay I used for target practice. But soon I felt confident with the weapon, and the middle-aged priestess returned. "The goblins will attack soon," she said. "I will show you to your place." I followed the priestess up stone stairs to a platform behind the low wall, in one corner of the eight-sided wall, to the right of the gate. "May Kurus see you through," the priestess said before she returned the way she had come. "Where are Nemsi and Pheraia?" I asked the priestess. "Safe with the acolytes." Looking to my left and right, where archers stood, I drew an arrow from my quiver as the priestess departed. Despite the odds - the priests had said that there were one-hundred and nine goblins, seven ogres, and five human berserker mercenaries, against twenty-eight combat-capable priests (and me) - I felt confident, my fear mingled with excitement and a desire to begin the fight. My wish was answered soon enough. As the moon appeared over Rendril's Hope Mountain, the goblins emerged from the forest. They formed up outside of arrow range, organized into five companies of fifteen or twenty goblins each. Four of the companies were armed with a mix of weapons - swords, spears, axes, and hammers - while the fifth held small bows of yew. Two of the companies surrounded crude battering rams. Several goblins with whips and long-tined pitchforks thronged about the ogres, who howled in mindless fury and raised their great clubs. Nearby the human berserkers stood, naked and tattooed Thurians armed with two-handed swords and axes. As the companies arranged themselves, I saw the leaders: five captains mounted on strong but foul horses that moved to the front of their companies, and finally, the Red Tower Knight on a great roan horse, armed with lance, sword and mace. "What did I miss?" a voice cried out next to me. I turned, almost dropping my arrow, as Pheraia bounded up next to me. She had somehow found a sword and bow, though she wore nothing else except a large black cloak. Her round breasts jiggled as she tested her bow. "Shouldn't you be with the acolytes? And why are you naked?" "Oh, the old guy watching the acolytes wouldn't let me go without a show." "A show?" "Nothing awful. I just masturbated with a handkerchief and gave it to him." I sighed. "Just be careful, alright?" The girl winked and nodded. "Don't worry about me. Try not to get too distracted." She tossed her cloak back, revealing her tanned, well-formed body, which gleaned in the moonlight. As I studied the girl, one of the goblin captains brought a black horn to his lips and blew a sickening note, and as one the goblins advanced. I tested the pull of my bow and Pheraia shifted nervously beside me. "Taspion?" Pheraia asked fearfully. "Yes?" "If we live through this, can we fuck again?" I laughed, thinking about how nice that would be if I didn't end up dead in a sacked temple. "Absolutely." The goblins continued their march, and I raised my bow as the first company approached arrow range. Pheraia did so as well. The captain of the priests shouted "Loose!" and I fired just as the goblins quickened their pace. The goblins raced forward and my own arrow fell behind them, as did Pheraia's, but the priests must have known the goblin's plan, as their arrows landed right on target, tearing into the swift-moving ranks. Goblins staggered and fell, screaming as arrows thudded into flesh or hastily-raised shields. I fired again, this time offering up a prayer to make my arrow seek out the closest goblin. My arrow hit a shield, but I saw Pheraia's down one of the goblins, and another arrow killed the horse of a captain, sending him crashing into the tall grass. I fired more arrows, doing an impressive amount of damage as my goddess answered my prayers, until the goblins were no more than ten yards from the gate. Their archer company stopped and opened fire, forcing Pheraia and me to seek cover. One of the priests fell back, an arrow in his chest, and I cursed bitterly - every priest that fell seriously hurt our fighting strength, while a single goblin meant little to the onrushing horde. As the last goblin arrow clicked off the ramparts, I stood up again. I at first thought to aim for the archers, but I saw the battering rams advancing fast and aimed a shot there. My arrow took one of the rammers in the hip; the goblin fell and was immediately trampled by his companions. The Kurus priests followed my shots, and the withering fire wiped out one of the battering groups, though I saw another priest fall back, an arrow through the wrist. Pheraia's shot took one of the advancing ogres in the face, causing it to spiral out of control and accidentally trample its goblin handler. As I ducked another arrow I spotted the other battering ram reach the gate. The strong goblins behind the instrument slammed it into the gate, but to little effect - they were obviously having trouble. In a matter of seconds relentless arrow fire had killed them all, and I felt a swell of hope. But then one of the captains broke from his massacred company. Unhorsed and wounded, the goblin shouted as arrows rained around him, waving the ogres forward. I saw what he was doing and aimed a shot at his heart, shouting a prayer to Asura. The arrow struck home, and the goblin fell as if struck down by lightning. But the damage had been done: the five surviving ogres, acting on the captain's orders, rushed the gate. They slammed into the gate, then thinking better of it grabbed the bars and started ripping it off its great hinges. Another ogre simply clambered up the short wall, ignoring the arrows that thudded into its leathery flesh. A priestess beside the gate fired an arrow into the brute's chest, but it did nothing; the ogre slapped her away as a man might swat a small dog. Pheraia turned to fire on the beast, scoring two more hits, as did I, using up my last arrow. There was another quiver at my feet, but I knew I'd be more useful with my sword. I drew the sharp steel blade, stepping past Pheraia. "Deal with those archers!" I shouted to the naked warrior-girl. The goblin archers had taken losses, but they were still firing steadily as the other companies followed the ogres toward the shattered gate. I ran past her, readying my sword and shield as the ogre blundered along the wall. Another priest, this one with wild red hair like a Thurian mountain-man, abandoned his bow and raised a long spear, menacing the ogre. He held the monster at bay in time for me to approach, but then lunged too far: the ogre swung its fist, a blow that would have pulped the priest's head if he hadn't ducked. Instead the fist clipped the shaft of the spear and the priest fell eight feet to the ground, leaving me to face the ogre alone. The thing crawled toward me, picking its way along the narrow platform, holding onto the stone rail with one hand. It reached out its meaty hand to grab me and I ducked, counter-attacking with a swing that cut the thing's palm. It reared back, roaring in a voice that made my bowels quake, then resumed its assault. I fell back. Priests rushed toward the gate, and I wondered if it had been broken yet. "Hey!" someone shouted below me. I glanced down, seeing the red-haired priest. He held his spear straight up, following along beside me. Looking back at the ogre, which was struggling to maintain its balance on the four foot-wide balcony, I nodded and turned so that my back was to the rail. The ogre planned to lunge at me again, but I went low, then drove the point of my sword up at the ogre's groin. It did what anyone would do if faced with a skewered doodle and hopped back with a roar, protecting the important bits with its hands. But that was enough to cause it to pitch backward, off the edge. I looked down and saw the brute on its back, the priest's spear clean through its chest. The priest had been knocked down, but staggered to his feet, drawing a short sword. I hopped down before the ogre could rise again, and together we made short work of the monster, chopping and stabbing. "The gate!" the priest cried, pointing behind me. I turned in time to see the warped and tortured gate fly through the air and crash to the ground. Two ogres squeezed inside, and were met by the arrayed priests, who lowered their spears and readied their shields. The priests were doing a good job of holding the ogres, but as I approached, the ogres parted and the priests exploded back as if struck by a hammer blow. The Red Tower Knight rode through the scattered ranks, skewering one priest on a long black lance and then drawing a curved cavalry sword. The priests' formation fell apart, and the fighting devolved into an ugly melee. I raced toward one of the ogres, which did not notice me until I ran my sword along the back of its thigh. The thing fell to one knee and was quickly impaled by two spears. But the ogres - or the goblins that now poured through the shattered gateway - were not my concern. The knight moved among the priests, swiping with his curved sword. "Find the Gethiro girl!" the knight cried. The voice that came from the great bucket helmet was high-pitched and hollow, chillingly metallic. Goblins and ogres rushed to fulfill the knight's command, running toward the three towers. The Red Tower Knight approached the Tower of Study, where I knew Nemsi waited with the other acolytes. An arrow zipped by me and struck the knight's roan charger in the throat, just below its steel barding. The horse crashed to the earth, but the knight rolled as if the plate armor weighed nothing and returned to his feet. Beside me, Pheraia discarded her steel bow and empty quiver, drawing a short stabbing sword. "Good to see you," I said, approaching the knight. "And you. Look out!" One of the Thurian berserkers rushed me while I focused on the knight, screaming and brandishing a huge axe. They were deadly warriors, legends all across the eastern lands for their brutality and sheer power, but I didn't have time to be afraid. I ducked the head-hunting swing and shoved my sword deep into the berserker's belly. The warrior didn't even acknowledge the mortal blow, attempting another swing, but I blocked it with my shield and twisted my sword in the man's gut. Finally he dropped the axe and I pulled my sword free, spilling entrails around my boots. I turned back to see Pheraia pulling her sword from a goblin; another lay dying at her feet. "He went into the tower!" Pheraia cried. The door of the Tower of Study had been torn from its hinges. I rushed forward into the tower, Pheraia a step behind me. Stairs wound around the outside of the tower, while rooms were in the center. The rooms were all locked and, I imagined, barricaded. I raced up the stairs, seeing nothing until I reached the third level. One of the doors had been smashed open. The room was lined and stacked with books, lit by magical globes. The Red Tower Knight stood between two bookshelves, curved sword raised. "Die!" he intoned, the voice echoing hollowly. I couldn't see who was nestled between the shelves, but I could guess well enough. I ran forward as the blade came down, tackling the knight. We crashed together into a desk covered in scrolls. The knight's sword had flown away, and I raised my own weapon looking for a chink in the armor, but the knight slammed an armored knee into my stomach. I rolled away as a shock of pain and nausea washed over me, readying my sword in the cramped room. The knight bounded to his feet and drew a flanged black mace from his belt. The weapon matched the designs on the dark armor, and as he raised the weapon it glowed dimly red, as if heated in a fire. "Alright," I said as Nemsi (who had been between the shelves) ran behind me, "this is how it's going to be. Either you can walk out of here, and never bother the priests of Kurus again, or I'm going to bury this sword in your heart and throw you into the pile of dead goblins." The knight laughed hollowly. "The Knight of the Red Tower has sought for a millennium to destroy the priests of Kurus and banish their lies from creation. And I will be the instrument to do so. Give me the girl, Taspion, and you shall live." "You know my name," I said, suddenly anxious. "Of course I do," the knight said. "Don't you recognize me from the inn?" The knight touched a part of the dark helmet, and the facemask parted in some intricate fashion, revealing a pretty face with blue-green eyes framed by very straight blond hair. "You!" I cried. "Mitiana, from the...Why?" Mitiana - the Red Tower Knight - closed her faceplate and stepped forward. I took a step back, putting my shield between the smoldering mace and myself. "Kurus is a false and treasonous god, whose prophecies betray the natural order of the world - an order of passion, thoughtless will, animal strength. He gave birth to thought, and so betrayed all the mindless and primordial gods that screamed in the first void. And now his prophecies have brought about...her." "Nemsi?" I looked back at the girl, and for the first time realized that she was entirely naked. Her slim body shivered with fear. "Oh, don't tell me you had to put on a show too?" Nemsi flushed brightly, covering her small breasts and squeezing her legs together. "The knight's fire magic burned my robe." "Ah, I see." "Have you heard the prophecies, Taspion?" Mitiana hissed. "How Kurus will use her to betray the world again?" "What?" I turned my attention back to the dangerous woman before me, whose mace was blistering the wooden shelf. "That girl will be the next great champion of Kurus, the prophecies say. In decades to come she will come to command a great empire, where men will betray the truth of their beings, casting aside their animal spirits and joining together in unnatural ways. Surely you, of all people, must hate and fear such a destiny. Imagine a nation of oppression and bleak knowledge, without passion." I glanced back at Nemsi. Her eyes were wide with fear. "Oh, I don't think she'll follow that road, Mitiana." I winked at Nemsi, who blushed. "And now, if you're not going to yield, I'm going to have to kill you." The Red Tower Knight screamed in bestial fury, a sound more like a demon's than a woman's, and swung her mace. It crashed against my shield, jarring my arm and leaving a scorch mark where the flange had landed. I thrust forward as my body twisted to take the blow, aiming for a weak spot in the armor, but my sword only scraped along her breastplate. I ducked another blow and began to fall back. I might not be able to kill Mitiana with the weapons I had now (and even if I did, perhaps the suit would live on) but I knew that a four-story fall would at least slow her down. As Nemsi recited frantic prayers, we stumbled from the room (all of the rooms had only one exit onto the outer stairway). I kept my shield low, blocking the knight's mace and watching burn marks spread across the shield's wooden surface, occasionally aiming stabs at the armor's eye-slits. We reached the top level, which was a broad balcony surrounding the golden bulb where the mirrors and lenses were. I blocked again and again, my shield-arm aching from the force of Mitiana's powerful swings, until as I reached the top stair my burning shield exploded into charred cinders. The knight lunged forward with her mace, brandishing it like a burning torch. I felt the heat on my face and stumbled back. But by this time, we had reached the broader balcony and Pheraia rushed forward with her now-familiar battle scream, stabbing at the knight's exposed arm. Her short sword landed between the wrist-greave and arm plate, and though the front of the knight's elbow was covered in mail, the jab hit hard enough to bruise and Mitiana yelled in surprise. She turned, swinging at Pheraia, who had already leapt back out of range. Then we both attacked the knight, circling around her and looking for an opening. She was a deadly warrior, whatever natural skills she possessed clearly enhanced by the spirit-armor. The knight fought with a style I had not seen before, sometimes wielding the mace like the massive hammer it was, sometimes lunging forward and trying to burn us with the smoldering head. As she spun, she suddenly reached out, landing a glancing blow on Pheraia's shoulder. The girl fell back with a scream, falling into a defensive crouch. Rather than pursuing her attacks against Pheraia, as I had expected her to, Mitiana turned suddenly and swung the mace at me. I hadn't anticipated the sudden shift, and my own parry nearly jarred my sword from my hands. I retreated, starting to panic as the Red Tower Knight switched styles faster than I could track. Then I heard Nemsi's voice rising in a chant, ringing bell-like with divine power. Knowledge rushed into me, clear as the geometric proofs of Zarduul. I could almost see the knight's unpredictable swings, lunges and parries breaking apart into curves and straight lines, reduced to predictable geometrical figures. The appropriate response, I realized, was simplicity itself. I parried a swing, knocking the knight off-balance and slamming the pommel of my sword into the great crowned helmet, an elegant straight-line maneuver that sent Mitiana staggering back. She staggered right into Pheraia, who used her short sword like a chisel, slamming into soft points protected only by mail. The knight staggered back toward me, swinging her mace in a blow that would have killed me had I not saw it coming three seconds before. As I ducked, I saw Mitiana bring the mace all the way around, attempting to burn Pheraia's face. But the warrior-girl parried the blow with her stabbing sword. As Pheraia's sword blackened, I saw my opening as if it were the center of a great mandala: a tiny gap between the armor's front and rear breastplates, where the chain had been dented by an earlier strike. Holding my sword with both hands I sprang forward. The tip of my sword struck home, between the two pieces of plate armor, parting the mail and plunging deep into Mitiana's side, straight into her heart. The woman fell to her knees. The burning mace clattered to the stone ground and grew dark. I withdrew my sword and blood spurted onto my boots. Without a sound, Mitiana pitched forward, dead. "You got her!" Pheraia said, staring down at the corpse. "And you fought like a hero," I said. I meant it: I had thought Pheraia was a mere aristocrat's daughter with a few hours of sword-play under her belt, but she had fought with the ferocity of a dwarven champion and the skill of a Strashan duelist. The fact that she was naked except for a belt and a burned cloak, her tight body slick with sweat and goblin-blood, certainly helped my appraisal. Looking then to Nemsi, who stood naked and fierce, I felt my cock growing hard. I looked down at the fight below: the priests had nearly defeated the goblins: the monsters had been corralled into a circle, goblins and ogres being systematically skewered by the priest's spears, while archers fired arrows into the faces of the surviving ogres and strike teams moved between the buildings, picking off those that attempted to flee. Not a single motion was wasted as the priests fought, their strategies crafted to emphasize their strengths and prevent the goblins from exploiting their weaknesses. It was brilliant in a way that I could appreciate now with the wisdom of Kurus flowing through me. "Um...Taspion?" Nemsi asked. I looked back at the girl, who stared fearfully down at the corpse. Thick blood and gore flowed from every gap in the dark armor. The blood made an obscene squelching as it squirted from the armor's eyeslits, forming a dark pool that Nemsi backed nervously away from. "What's happening?" Pheraia asked, clutching her sword. "It's the armor," Nemsi said fearfully. "The original Knight of the Red Tower, whose spirit inhabits the suit itself." "Alright. Thanks," I said. "How do we kill it?" "The mace!" Nemsi cried, reaching for it. But suddenly the armor's gauntlet fist snapped out and closed over the handle. Nemsi yelled in fear and hopped back. The armor clattered, spitting out more blood as it shuddered to its feet. I knew I should rush it, try to knock it off the edge, but I was paralyzed with fear. The thing was hideous and glorious, a relic of ancient elven enchantment gone wrong, and for the first time I felt the true power of that primal magic. The knight's mace ignited like a torch, spewing fell radiance that seemed to strip away all my thoughts, reducing me to a mindless beast. Nemsi started to pray again, but her voice seemed weak and distant. Pheraia screamed in fear and fury, ran forward and tried to impale the demon-suit. The knight parried almost as an afterthought, then slapped Pheraia away. She banged her head on the stone wall and lay still. The knight's empty eyeslits locked onto Nemsi and marched forward, raising the burning mace. Nemsi fell back, her slim body framed by the enormous lenses and mirrors that made up the tower's astronomy array. Nemsi raised her holy symbol; not quite enough to block a mace-blow. I leapt into action as the knight focused on the girl. My sword-chop smashed into the knight's wrist, leaving an impressive dent and causing it to rear back, pushing its mace toward my face. I ducked, but the knight started to attack me with wild animal savagery, and it was all I could do to avoid getting brained. The mace burned my face and hands and left me nauseous. I staggered toward the mirrors, dodging a swing that instead landed on a telescope and blew it into fragments of glass and charred brass. "Nemsi, what do we do?" I asked. "I don't know," the girl choked. Tears ran down her cheeks. "It's the suit itself we fight now, an arcane spirit of rage. In my mind it tells me that I will betray the world, that I will bring about an empire of frigid, lifeless order." As the girl wept, I fell back, ducking the knight's attacks. "Dammit, Nemsi, you know that won't happen! Are you going to forget what I taught you last night?" "What?" "That was a lesson!" I cried, parrying the mace and pushing the knight back a step. "I was teaching the aspirant of the god of wisdom - teaching my ways! Do you intend to forget them?" "No!" Nemsi cried with renewed confidence. "Then the knight lies!" I shouted. I parried another mace blow, feeling the heat on my face, and cut across the armor's helmet, leaving a dent and forcing the demon-thing back. "You are a creature of wisdom and passion, and the knight speaks only ignorance and lies!" But the knight's mace flared even brighter, its fell radiance reflecting in the many mirrors and lenses. It was a being of ignorance and control, a servant of lies that sought to reduce the world to animal chaos, and for a moment I knew genuine fury: I lunged forward, slamming my sword into the thing's breastplate, then pummeling it twice in the face. "Show it," I told Nemsi, prayers echoing through my mind, "what you are. Refute its lies and we can destroy it." My goddess' power courses through me, and then through Nemsi. As the miraculous energy flooded the tower, Nemsi raised her own voice in chant, invoking Kurus. The two divine spirits danced together, wisdom and passion, as the naked girl plunged her fingers into her pussy. "I have known passion," Nemsi said to the knight, her voice clear and glorious with the power of Kurus. Her fingers flicked over her clit. "You are a relic of lies and madness, and I will tolerate you no more!" The knight stepped back, raising its mace. The demonic flames that wreathed the thing writhed into vermiform shapes that suggested words, as if to fight against the young aspirant's clear voice. Her chanting faltered for an instant, then rose louder, and the mace dimmed, its maddening power fading from my mind. As the knight staggered, its gauntleted hand before its eyes as if to ward off a bright light, I stepped forward, swinging my sword. The blade crashed into the demon-armor's gauntlet, crushing its fingers and knocking the mace to the ground. "It is weak now," Nemsi said as she pleasured herself. I smiled grimly, gripping my sword in both hands. The knight recovered for a moment, its smashed gauntlet reaching out as if to strangle me, but I dodged nimbly to the side and brought my sword down on the knight's greave. I struck the same place as I had before, but this time my sword cut clean through the wrist in a shower of eldritch sparks. I reversed, spun, and swung my sword across the knight's belly in a disemboweling cut. The steel parted like foil beneath my blade as Nemsi's voice echoed across the temple. I spared a glance at the girl. She stood, one hand tweaking a small pointed nipple and the other deep in her cunt, her blue eyes shining and reflective like great mirrors: the power of Kurus given form. As I watched, divine awe washing over me, the mirrors and lenses of the tower swung about. Light from the moon and stars reflected off of them, bathing Nemsi and the knight in a silvery glow. The knight wailed in an inhuman voice, a sound that distorted weirdly around the great rents in its metal body. The thing saw me and raised its remaining fist to strike me down, but I stepped to one side. My next swing severed the other hand, then as it staggered I took out a leg. The knight crashed to earth, slick with gore and luminous with the miraculous energy of Kurus. It raised its useless stumps to ward off my final blow, but I was too fast: my final cut severed the helmet, which crashed to the ground, clattered with artificial life, then lay still. The armor remained as it fell, its stumps raised in warding. Beside me, Nemsi fell to her knees and screamed in orgasm, hot juices running down her thighs. "Nemsi!" I cried, running to her side. The mirrors still glowed faintly. "That felt so good," the girl sighed. "I understand so much now. The knight?" "Destroyed. I don't think it's ever coming back." "My sister!" Nemsi cried, pulling herself to her feet. I looked over at Pheraia. She looked at me with slightly unfocused eyes, then smiled and gave me a little wave. "I'm fine," she said. "Or I will be. Just a little bump." Nemsi and I stepped to the side of the balcony in time to see the last ogre fall dead, shot through with arrows and impaled by five spears. There had been no mercy: scattered between the buildings were dozens of goblin corpses. The priests were busy tending to their wounded, who were many. "Is it over?" Pheraia asked. I helped her up. "We won," I said, relieved. I embraced the two girls naked. "There are a lot of injured, though. Let's head down and see if we can help." * It was a terrible mess down below. Pheraia, Nemsi and I spent most of the night tending the injured, dragging away the dead goblins, and helping the priests with clean-up. Despite the violence of the fighting, the priests of Kurus' extraordinary healing secrets meant that only four priests died of their injuries. Sadly, one of them had been the abbot himself: we found the old man surrounded by the corpses of goblins, a knife stuck in his back. With the loss of the abbot, the middle-aged priestess I had spoken with earlier had become the effective leader. After a long night of work, the goblin corpses had been carted away, the dead priests had been buried, the gate had been put back into place and by the next afternoon things looked almost normal. My wounds tended to, I staggered into a spare room and immediately fell asleep on the plain cot. I was unconscious almost before lay down, and I slept long and deep, untroubled by any dreams. I was awoken (the following morning, I supposed from the light filtering in through the high window) by the sound of a door opening and closing. I opened my eyes, squinting at the light. After a few seconds of trying to focus I made out Pheraia standing before me. "Good...morning?" I said weakly. Pheraia giggled. I rubbed my eyes so I could see her clearly: she wore a one-piece red-and-gold robe that clung tightly to her well-toned figure. Her wavy hair was held up by a golden comb, and it was slightly damp, as was her tanned skin: she had recently bathed. She was holding an intricately-worked wooden tray piled high with food. "Breakfast," she said. "The finest foods from all over Ambrand. Pilgrims, kings and heroes come here, exchanging the wealth of nations for visions of the future." She sat down beside me on the bed and lowered the tray. It was stacked high with fruits, toasted bread, honey, juice, and muffins. It was a wonderful feast, and I ate hungrily, glad to be eating something that I hadn't had to find myself. I drank the orange juice to remove the bitterness in my mouth as Pheraia nibbled on strawberries, eating them with a wholly inappropriate enthusiasm. As we ate, Pheraia's hands wandered over my chest, and I realized that I was naked beneath the thin blanket. "My sister's in her initiation ceremony," she said, her fingers tracing the line of my chest. "She's so proud." "Is there really a prophecy? Is she really destined to become a great ruler?" "That's what the priests say," Pheraia said. "I believe them." We ate for a few moments, the girl's hands dancing along my chest. "Did you have sex with her?" Pheraia asked suddenly. "Yes," I admitted. "I hope that doesn't bother you." She giggled. "Not really. When?" "That really hot night. She sneaked off to practice her anatomy for the initiation test. I found her in a small pool, and things went from there." "Mmm," Pheraia said. "Did she come?" I smiled, realizing that the thought of me fucking her sister excited the warrior-girl. "More than once," I said. "She screamed each time." I described the encounter in lurid detail: the sound she made when I deflowered her, the way her tits bounced on her chest when I fucked her hard, and how she wept when we were finished. As I concluded my little tale, Pheraia pulled the blanket off of me, revealing my hard cock lying against my belly. She ran her hands near it, on my thighs and hips, without quite touching it. "It's how we stopped the Red Tower Knight," I said. "Her god of knowledge and my god of passion. She meditated and masturbated, stripping the knight of its arcane power as she came." Pheraia shivered, remaining silent for several seconds. "You're going to have to leave soon, aren't you?" she finally said. "Yeah," I said. "I have a friend in Horrig." "Do you think you'll have sex with Nemsi again?" "Maybe," I said, squirming as she teased me. "Why do you ask?" "Could I watch?" "What?" "Like, behind a screen or something?" she said nervously. "Or looking through a window?" "You really want to watch?" Pheraia's round cheeks flushed bright red. "It's just...it's just always something I've wanted....To watch my sister as someone makes love to her....To see her eyes widen as you pushed your cock into her....To hear the sounds she made as she was fucked from one orgasm to the next....My god, is that wrong?" "Of course not, Pheraia," I said, caressing her cheek. "But all this talk about Nemsi makes me feel like you've forgotten about me." I pouted playfully. She smiled and finally wrapped her strong hand around my cock. I groaned as she gripped the shaft with one hand and gently cupped my balls with the other, stroking and massaging. "Ooh, you've done this before," I said. "A few times." She kissed me gently as she jacked me off. I removed her golden comb and placed it on the tray, and her wavy brown hair spilled over her shoulders. She kissed me again, then her head moved low until she was staring at the tip of my cock, her face only a few inches away. "Go ahead," I said, my hand on the back of her head. "I've never...done that before," she said, her steel blue eyes wide with fear and awe. "It's easy," I said. "Just don't bite." She giggled, then stared seriously at the throbbing purple head of my cock. Clutching my dick with one hand, she slowly lowered her lips until they touched the tip, then took the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my cock, making me groan in pleasure. "That's it," I gasped. "That feels great." She swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick a few more times, then started to swallow my cock, taking it a half-inch at a time, then sliding off, then back down again. I gasped with each swallow, and soon her head was bobbing up and down on my cock like a sacred harlot. I tangled my hands in her hair, groaning in pleasure as she seemed to improve by the second. "Mmm, I like this," she said. "Here," I said, lifting her lips from my cock for a moment. I reached over to the tray, picked up the honey stick and drizzled some honey on my cock (making sure none got in my pubic hair - I wasn't dealing with that mess again). Pheraia giggled, pulled her hair back, and swallowed my cock again, her tongue flicking over the knob, licking up the honey. She swallowed, then sucked hard, making me groan. As the honey disappeared, she started bobbing up and down again, sucking and slurping with such vigor I could hear it. I let her work for several minutes, watching her as she pleasured me with her hands and lips, then I slowly lifted her chin up until her eyes met mine. "Come on," I said. "Your turn." "My turn?" she asked as her lips fell away from my cock. She stroked it absently. I nodded and gently placed her next to me, put the tray on the ground and took Pheraia by her shoulders. I pulled open her robe, revealing her firm round breasts, her tight abdomen, her well-toned arms and her strong thighs. I pushed her back on the cot, kissing her shoulders and full breasts. She gasped and giggled as I showered her with kisses, squealed when I ran my tongue down her belly, then fell silent as my mouth moved even lower. "What - What are you doing?" she asked as I breathed on her pussy. "Returning the favor." I kissed the insides of her thighs, licking gently toward her pussy as the girl moaned. Unable to hold back, I licked her twat from bottom to top, then kissed it lasciviously, burying my nose in her curly pubic hairs. "Oh! Oh, it feels...Ah!" Pheraia screamed as I started to nibble on her clit. I licked, kissed, and sucked, making her squeal, then grabbed her thighs and concentrated entirely on her clit as she bucked. The unexpected stimulation caused her to come in seconds, hot juices flowing from her pussy onto my face. "Oh gods! Yes! Yes!" she cried as she slowly came down from her orgasm. "I've never felt anything like this." I said nothing, merely continued to lick her twat. I disentangled one hand from around her thigh and pushed two fingers into her. I started to push them in and out, licking Pheraia's clit. The added stimulation of my fingers reduced the girl to hysterical sobs. She came again, grinding her crotch into my face. "Oh please!" the warrior-girl cried out as I withdrew my fingers. "Please don't stop." But I had no intention of stopping. I licked her again as she wrapped her strong thighs around my head, her firm belly tensing rhythmically with my licks. I maintained a steady, relentless pace that soon had Pheraia dizzy and short of breath, gasping for more. "I'm finished!" a voice behind me cried. "It didn't take as long as OH MY GOD!" Above me, Pheraia screamed and flung the sheet over her body. I scrambled out from between her legs and turned around. Before me stood Nemsi, a look of utter shock and confusion on her pretty face. She was dressed in her initiation robes, which were white and sleeveless, with a broad red sash and a flaring gown. Her arms and ankles were exposed, though those I saw were covered in what looked like geometric proofs, painted in crisp black ink. Her face was similarly adorned, though it had been made pale with make-up, and her eyes had been highlighted by dark blue shadows. "I - I should go," Nemsi said, fumbling for the door latch. "No," I said, recovering my wits. "You don't need to leave." "What were you doing?" she asked fearfully. "Pleasuring her," I said. "As I pleasured you." "I shouldn't be here for that!" "It's alright," I said, reassuring her. I held out my hand, and after a moment of fearful hesitation she stepped forward and took it. "It's alright if you're here," I said. "In fact, there's something that your sister has wanted to tell you for a very long time now." I looked over at Pheraia, who sat huddled behind the sheets, a fearful expression in her eyes. "What?!" she cried. "No! I couldn't!" "What?" Nemsi asked. She spared a glance at my half-erect cock, then looked away, blushing. "I...I can't," Pheraia said weakly. "It's too..." "Do you want me to tell her?" I asked. Pheraia waited several long seconds, then gave a brief, almost invisible nod, shuddering with fear and trepidation. "What is it?" Nemsi asked. "Here," I said to the acolyte, sitting her down on the cot between her sister and me. With one last glance at Pheraia, I spoke. "Your sister wants to watch you," I said, "as I make love to you." Nemsi's eyes went silent, and her mouth opened and closed, but she said nothing. Pheraia pulled the covers tighter around her. "She loves you very much, Nemsi, and she wants to see you in my arms." "Is...this true?" Nemsi asked her sister. Teary eyed and trembling, Pheraia nodded. "I - I love you, and I want to watch as Taspion makes love to you. I want to see what happens when he puts it in you...what you look like when you come...I...I just want to watch." "Is that alright?" I asked Nemsi, touching her soft arm. "I...I don't know," she said. "It's so strange." In response, I kissed her cheek. She moaned gently, closing her eyes, and I took that as my opportunity: I kissed her neck, then tilted her head toward me and kissed her on the lips. "I want you," I said. I took her small hand and placed it around my erect cock. Her small fingers wrapped around it automatically. "I want you too," she said, tentatively stroking my cock. I kissed her again, pushing her down onto the bed, my tongue flicking into her mouth. As we kissed, I reached down to her broad belt and untied it. I unwrapped the ceremonial gown, until Nemsi lay naked and vulnerable beneath me. Her entire body was decorated with painted glyphs and figures, and I noticed that her nipples were hard atop her small breasts. My kisses ran along Nemsi's breasts and belly, but she remained nervous and still, her body shivering with anxiety. "Relax," I told the girl. "Don't be afraid." I moved lower, kissing her belly and thighs, then slowly lowered my lips to her tight pussy. "Oh, oh gods!" she cried as my tongue pushed against her clit, then she fell fearfully silent again. I took it as a challenge, and started pleasuring her with all my skill. My tongue pushed in and out of her pussy, forcing its way deep inside the girl until she let go her inhibitions and squealed with pleasure, tangling her hands in my hair. "That's it," I said. "Let yourself go. Look at your sister." Nemsi eyed me nervously. "Go ahead," I said. "She loves you. Let her see you as you come." That seemed to excite her, and she locked eyes with her sister, who was staring at the display in lustful fascination. I licked more vigorously, my tongue forcing its way into her pussy, then running up and down her clit. She came with a colossal shudder, every muscle of her small thin body tensing, her face turned so that Pheraia could see her look of ecstasy. My cock was so hard it hurt. I stood up, pulled Nemsi toward me, and shoved my cock deep into her in a single smooth motion. Nemsi screamed at the sudden intrusion, her butt lifting off the bed as she struggled to accommodate my dick. I grabbed her by the thighs and started to fuck her with long slow thrusts. She stretched languidly, draping her arms over her head, looking at her sister with an expression wide-eyed but otherwise unreadable. Pheraia, for her part, looked half-mad with pent-up desire, perhaps now realizing that watching sex was not nearly as fun as having sex. The cover had fallen down over her thighs, revealing her round breasts. "You can touch yourself," I said to Pheraia, "if you like." Relief fighting with embarrassment, she slid her hand down into the covers and started to play with herself. "Take off the blanket," I said with a smile. A blush spreading across her face and the tops of her breasts as she slowly removed the cover. She sat cross-legged, which exposed everything to my hungry gaze. I pulled my cock halfway from Nemsi's tight pussy as she and I both watched Pheraia slide her fingers tentatively toward her crotch. As Pheraia placed her finger on her clit, I thrust into Nemsi and the three of us gasped together. I started to stroke into Nemsi, then used my thumb to stimulate her. She stretched luxuriously, then grew tense again, gasping in pleasure. We moved together, Pheraia, Nemsi and I, approaching orgasm, my thrusts coming faster as the two girls cried out. Nemsi clenched in orgasm, her entire body going suddenly rigid, and Pheraia came with a spurt of juices that ran down onto the blanket. I held myself back only through force of will, replacing my hard deep thrusts with a shallow, gentle motion that again caused Nemsi to uncurl contentedly. "This is so nice," she said as I fucked her. Pheraia sighed in agreement, her eyes never leaving the junction of my loins with her sister's. Nemsi, in turn, watched Pheraia's fingers sliding in and out of her twat. "Do you like watching her?" I asked Nemsi, punctuating my question with a hard thrust. "She's so beautiful." I watched her painted breasts bounce as I fucked her. "Pheraia," I said as the girl masturbated, "come here." Keeping her fingers between her legs, she moved close to me and lay next to her sister. As I fucked Nemsi, I carefully took Pheraia's questing fingers with my own. First, I plunged her fingers deep into her own quivering pussy, then gripping her wrists I withdrew her hand and very gently moved her fingers toward Nemsi. The acolyte stared at the hand in confusion, but did not move. As gently as I could, I ran Pheraia's fingers along Nemsi's lips. A tiny dab of Pheraia's fluids remained on her upper lip, which she tentatively licked. "What does it taste like?" I asked the girl, sliding my cock in and out of her. "I don't know," Nemsi said dizzily. My cock moved in and out of her. Pheraia nervously leaned closer to her sister, returning her fingers to her crotch. "Go ahead," I said to the warrior-girl, gently pushing her toward the acolyte. "W-what?" she asked fearfully. "Kiss her," I said. "You know you want to." Nemsi's blue eyes went wide in fear, but I thrust my cock hard and deep into her. She gasped, her arms reflexively wrapping around Pheraia's strong shoulders. Pheraia's face was inches from Nemsi's. I started to fuck Nemsi slowly, my thumb grinding against her clit. She gasped, and that was all the impetus Pheraia needed. The two girls' lips came together, kissing clumsily but passionately. They grew more vigorous as they kissed, Nemsi's hands tangling in Pheraia's hair. I fucked harder, my thumb flying over Nemsi's pussy, until she tensed and screamed into Pheraia's mouth, climaxing with a gush of fluids. "Oh, oh gods!" Pheraia cried as Nemsi relaxed. "I love you so much, sis! I'm so proud of you!" She kissed her again, and the two girls wept as their tongues pressed together. After several seconds of gentle, hungry caresses, Pheraia turned to me. "How do I make her feel good?" she asked. "The way you make her feel good?" I smiled and turned Nemsi on her side (the girl acquiesced limply, exhausted from her orgasms). I lifted Nemsi's skinny leg onto my shoulder, and started fucking her again. As I fucked the girl, I waved Pheraia over, and taking her by the shoulders, I slowly moved her head toward Nemsi's twat. "Should I-?" Pheraia said nervously. "Go ahead," I said. "She tastes delicious." Slowly she started to lick her sister's pussy, causing her to sigh. As I thrust in and out, Pheraia's tongue ran over my cock and along Nemsi's clit. I continued to fuck Nemsi as Pheraia shifted so that her thighs lay before her sister's face. With a glance toward me, Nemsi lowered her head between her sister's legs, hesitated for a moment, and started to lick. "Ah!" Pheraia gasped. "What - Oh gods!" Pheraia shivered, then returned to her licking as I thrust hard into Nemsi's tight twat. As I fucked Nemsi's tight pussy, the two girls began to pleasure one-another, crying out in ecstasy beneath me. We writhed together as our love-making went on, my cock sliding into cunts and mouths, my tongue running along lips and pussies. I came twice, splattering the girls with my semen, then simply lay back on the cot and watched them pleasure one-another. Their love-making was beautiful and seemed to go on forever, but finally the two girls lay exhausted from their sex-play. We cuddled together on the bed. The girl's hands roamed gently over my body, and we shared soft kisses. "This has been so beautiful," Nemsi said. She looked ridiculous, I realized, her make-up smeared, the glyphs written on her body half-dissolved by sweat and fluids. She turned to her sister. "I never knew what you meant to me." "I love you," Pheraia told the young acolyte. They kissed again, and I felt my cock growing hard. "Not done yet?" Pheraia said with a smirk. "One more time?" I asked. "I have to leave soon. My destiny lies elsewhere." The girls both smiled and slid along my torso toward my half-erect cock. They took it into their mouths, passing it back and forth as I relaxed, watching the beautiful girls work. It was a relaxing blowjob, and my orgasm built, then washed over me. Semen splattered over the girl's faces, spurting in thick ropes over their lips and cheeks. As my cock relaxed, the two girls kissed one-another, licking my fluids from their face and the tops of their breasts. "Mm, that was so nice," I said to the girls. "Thank you." "Thank you," Nemsi said. "Thank you for teaching us how to express our love for one-another." "It's getting toward mid-day," I said, slowly rising from the cot. "I need to leave now if I'm going to reach the next inn before nightfall. It was an honor meeting both of you," I said as I rose. "And Nemsi...may you achieve your destiny." The girl smiled sweetly, and we exchanged pleasantries for the next few minutes. By the time I started to dress, both of the girls had fallen asleep, tangled in one-another's arms. I headed out after speaking one last time with the priests of Kurus, who smiled confidently and discussed the future as they made repairs. They were generous to me, offering one of their steel bows, as well as a fine horse. As the sun reached its zenith, I left the Temple of Kurus, confident that I had been witness to a turning point in the destiny of Ambrand. END Well, there it is. If you liked it, please tell and me and I'll write more. 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